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Brenda's First Memory
Shell knocked Debbie on the floor with a blow to the side of her head. Then he picked up a running box fan and smashed it over her head. Joan, who was just seven years old, started hitting him with her oversized doll. Brenda, just three years old, tried grabbing his ankles. Joseph, nine years old, threw a glass vase at him. It missed him and crashed on the tv.
By Jennifer Marie Libertini5 years ago in Families
Bargain Gem
As you browse through your local thrift store at Houston, you might bump in to a short, curly haired Hispanic lady wearing a cute pair of flower sandals; this would be my mom. Ever since I can remember we’ve been shopping at thrift stores, spending HOURS at a time looking through the piles and piles of thrifty goods. Nearly every weekend we’d take the morning bus that would drop us off exactly 83 steps to our nearest Goodwill and then, after about 2 hours or more, we’d take the 2 Bellaire bus that would drive us all the way to my mom’s favorite Texas Thrift store. From little home goods, to clothes and even a full nativity sets, she’s filled our whole house with little nick-nacks. Nearly 80% of my home decor is made up of some type of thrift bargain. Sometimes she’d find things that would look nearly knew, and others she would give it a little TLC treatment to make them shine. I used to think my mom was a magician, transforming even the most dubious findings into a work of art. Oh, the stories I could tell of our thrifting rendezvous, but my favorite one would also have to be one of immense value to me.
By Magdaleno Jaimes5 years ago in Families
Eighty-Six Cheerleaders
You had an uncanny ability to evaluate a person’s character instantly upon meeting them, and I think you would have liked this guy. He looks like he’s at least ten years older than me, but I see that as a non-issue; Mom and Dad were almost exactly the same age, and we both know how they panned out. There is no algorithm for determining success with a romantic prospect—all we can do is find someone who seems nice, stuff our baggage into our bras, and hope that neither of us gets spooked when the time inevitably comes for us to take off our shirts.
By Ridge Jolliff5 years ago in Families
Extra Special
Reggie spread out a towel, set down a large tote bag with a cartoon tiger on the front, then ran over to the area his dad was setting up. Mom had two picnic baskets next to her; a bigger one for her, Dad, and baby Emily, and a smaller one. Reggie grabbed the smaller one.
By MJ Russell5 years ago in Families
The First, Or The Last
One Bright Cellars Merlot had been the shared interest that had once brought Beverly and Andy together twelve years ago, in the very same room they were in now. The question which now stood between them was whether or not it would become their shared memory or the night they decided to end their marriage.
By Lilith Lycanthropy 5 years ago in Families
Unlikely Match
EverythinEverything seemed quiet. I can see people around me, stopping to talk to me, but it all seemed surreal. I couldn't understand any of the conversations. As I sat there, my thoughts ran away with my memories. It was a sunny day in May, 1969. The sun shone so bright that it glinted off of the red sports car that stopped to pick me up. Jeff's green eyes shone as he stopped in front of my porch. "Are you ready, Nancy? " he called over to me. "I certainly am", I giggled. I walked over to the car as the driver leaned over and the door popped open. Jeff was as handsome as the first day I met him 3 years earlier in freshman year. His green eyes complimented his dark curly hair and chiseled features. He had a nice smile.. genuine. I cant believe he asked me on a date. I always thought he was into all the cheerleaders and popular girls. Not me, the book worm. I smiled as I tried to hide my nervousness. Off we went.. the sun started to sink in the sky. We were going to the Italian Villa, a classy restaurant on the other side of town near the river. I have never been there but heard all the girls talk about it. We stopped in front as the valet came to the car. Jeff handed him the keys as he came around and opened my door. We went inside and Jeff told the hostess his name. She showed us to a table near the window. The white tablecloth and the lit candle made the silverware shine. It was just as I had dreamed. I looked out the window as the river flowed past carrying a family of ducks. I smiled as i watched them. Jeff saw me smile…"A penny for your thoughts", Jeff commented. "Im just watching the ducks and how they swim together, following one another. A real family. " Jeff smiled, too. The waiter, who introduced himself as Todd, asked if he could get us a drink. Jeff answered, " can you recommend a wine?" As Todd handed him a wine list. Todd replied, " I would recommend a nice Merlot. " Jeff told him that we would have a bottle. The wine tasted really nice. Smooth and fruity. We looked at the menu and ordered. We talked throughout dinner.. the wine helped me relax. After dinner, he drove me home and asked if he could see me again...I of course, said yes....that date turned into a second, third, fourth... engagement, wedding... Someone touched my arm. " Nancy, Father Rinaldi wants to begin the ceremony." I started to hear the drone of all the people around me... and saw the priest standing in front of a .....coffin. I looked down at my hands clutching a white hankie embroidered with blue flowers. Jeff gave me that hanky years ago on a beautiful spring day. My hands were wrinkly ... I looked at a card...Jeffrey Singer, born June 23, 1943. Died July, 17, 2019 was written on it. 50 years.... 50 years had passed since my first date with Jeff. We had a wonderful life together. 50 years.. the war when he went over seas right after high school… the separation when i wasnt sure if he would come back home, alive. 4 children, a house with a white picket fence, vacations, holidays, family... And love. .lots of love.... and to think it all started on a sunny day in May and a bottle of Merlot.
By Elaine Dembowski5 years ago in Families
Gone But Not Forgotten
Chapter 9 The hospital has become Doug’s safe haven and our home became mine. I never drove anywhere anymore hell I never left the house. Somehow it just became the norm, Doug did all the shopping. The change just kind of snuck up on us. I don’t think either of us really paid attention to it. We were both so caught up in trying to cope that we forgot how to live. It started with the little things, someone always had to be home. With Edna gone that fell to me. I couldn’t even bear to walk down the drive to the mailbox-what if the phone rang and no one answered? What if it was Tim? I had figured out how long it took to get from room to room so that I never missed a phone call. It just simply got to the point that one day I just never left the house again. At first I don’t think Doug even noticed, when he finally figured it out he would try and coax me out.
By Jacqueline March5 years ago in Families
